To Cross My Door To Liberty

The calling of the Rooster confirms a new dawn to me I can sense the morning sun through mist I now can see I lie here alone, so distant from love and life My companion, a cold pillow, I need rescued from my strife My breathing resonates amidst the loneliness I live To cross my door to liberty, one day I'll have to give When once my bed was warm, with heart warming displays Now it's cold like a grey granite slab, for many many days A darkness engulfs my life, when love before was there To awaken to the Roosters call, all I can do is stare My desire is to open my eyes, to venture to another day When love again will fill my heart, in warming loving plays http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php